One of my several shortcomings as a writer is a lack of discipline regarding what I read. I study lists of great books, must reads, and classics that any well-read person should have consumed, digested, internalized, but I don’t often bring home the classics. We all know the old excuse, “So many books, so little…

This morning I woke from a dream in which I was chasing a wolf out of my back yard. My weapon was a large baseball bat. The wolf’s weapon was invisible. I think it’s called fear. Dream symbolism being what it is, I assumed that this message was about feeling that the wolf is at…

This is a second edition of my first poetry book, originally published by Cafe Review Press two decades ago, but long out of print. I’ve worked hard, but too slowly, to get it back into print, partly because other writing projects kept yelling for attention like spoiled brats, while SHE sat quietly on the shelf,…

Here’s what: Next Tuesday will be the final class for this semester’s Creative Writing: Process & Practice at Front Range Community College. My students have amazed me with their enthusiasm and talent. This week we critiqued their work and everyone agreed that the hard work was well rewarded. These are adult learners with busy lives…

For several years I have been a member of an excellent poetry critique group. We meet weekly and dish about each others lives and recent poetry. We are tough and tender by turns. And once in a while, we review a full manuscript for one of the members. Here’s what happened this week. We had…